Chapter 4
"How dare you turn around and spy on me!" Elizabeth streamed, pulling her hands away from herself. "You sneaky little slut!"
The older sister looked around the room, her eyes confused. She was in a fury and didn't seem to know what she was looking for, or if she did, she didn't see it in sight.
So she ran into the adjoining bathroom and came running back, the enema bag in hand.
Then she held the bag in one hand and, with the other, gripped the long rubber hose. She started hitting Katherine with the hose and the tip at the end of it. The hard rubber hose slashed across the young girl's back and ass. Welts started forming almost immediately.
Katherine screamed out in real pain! The hose stung like crazy! The pain was almost unbearable! She wiggled and squirmed on the bed. Several times she began to turn over to face her tormentor, but quickly changed her mind when the hose started falling against her breasts and face and groin!
So all the young girl could do was place her hands behind her and try to protect herself in what ever little way she could.
"Don't, Elizabeth! Please! Oh! Ouch! Oh, please, Elizabeth, I'll do what you want me to!"
"Of course you will!" Elizabeth screamed, hitting all the harder.
The sight of blood finally seemed to calm the older girl. One of the welts had opened up, and a thin stream of blood was inching its way down the young girl's left leg. , For just the briefest second, Elizabeth felt fear. Maybe she had gone too far? Maybe she had done too much?
She stopped beating the girl. Katherine lay where she was, still on her stomach, her hands still protectively placed across her exposed asscheeks. She sobbed into the expensive bedspread.
Elizabeth stood by the side of the bed, her chest heaving with passion and exertion. She had to get control of herself! She counted slowly from one to ten, taking great care not to race through the mental saying of the numbers.
By the time she got to nine, she was in control of herself once again. And once again she stared at the pretty young girl's ass in front of her! How beautiful it was! The red welts of the beating were already beginning to blend into the surrounding skin.
Elizabeth reached down and in front of her and placed a hand on Katherine's ass. The young girl flinched at the touch.
"Just you don't fucking move an inch!" Elizabeth shouted. "You just stay right where you are unless you want more of the same, ots more!"
Katherine immediately stopped moving, and she endured Elizabeth's hands as the ran u p and down, up and down and around and around her asscheeks. The older sister just couldn't seem to get enough of them. She loved touching them and admiring her own work.
Yes, she said to herself, look how sensitive she is now. Every touch is a major event! Why, just a little pressure here, and she'll feel more than she ever did before.
And to test out her theory, Elizabeth deliberately ran a fingernail down one of the red welts.
Katherine groaned in pain.
Yes, it was true! Elizabeth had succeeded in making the young girl sensitive to the slightest touch.
Now she wondered about the young girl's asshole.
Elizabeth didn't want to take Katherine's virginity, but the asshole could be violated and still be left whole, so to speak. Intact in its way.
Without saying a word, Elizabeth reached down and pulled Katherine's legs far apart, as far as they would girl. Now the younger sister was stretched as far as was humanly possible. Her little pink asshole was totally available.
Elizabeth leaned in for a better look.
Ah, there it was. It was as white and pure looking as the rest of the young girl's body. All except for a little bit of pink around the outer edges. Other than that, the asshole was absolutely pure and white.
Of course, there wasn't a hair on it. And the cheeks around it were so soft looking. The crease beneath the asscheeks, where they met the upper part of the legs, was sweet and pure looking, too.
Elizabeth couldn't wait any longer.
She leaned forward and rubbed a fingertip across the virgin asshole.
She could see the outer lips of the anal opening respond to her touch. It seemed to shrink from her probing finger. She could feel the flesh move when she touched it.
Oh, it was so exciting! The juices were pouring down her legs. And she began to play with herself with her left hand as her right hand continued its investigation of Katherine's asshole.
She tentatively inserted a finger into the asshole. Oh, it was hot in there! Elizabeth could feel the heat of the asshole. She could feel the flesh tightening up against lit invasion of her finger.
She had it shoved in up to the first knuckle and she delighted as the inner asshole muscles struggled to accommodate itself around the finger.
Elizabeth started to wiggle it around.
Katherine moaned. Did she like it or was it hurting her. Elizabeth had no way of knowing. All she knew was that playing with that asshole the way she was made her very excited and very happy.
Elizabeth shoved even more of the invading finger into Katherine's asshole.
The younger sister moaned again and wiggled around on the bed, drawing her legs together.
"Keep those legs open!" Elizabeth shouted.
Katherine had to force herself to spread her legs open wide again. When she had pulled them together, there had been a sensation of relief. The invading finger had hurt a little less that way. But now, pulling her own legs apart again, the finger was hurting again!
Elizabeth pulled the finger out of her younger sister's asshole.
There was no time to lose.
She reached over to the night table and grabbed the jar of lubricant. She unscrewed the cap and stuck her finger in it up to the hand. Then, when it was slick with goo, she turned once more to the asshole that fascinated her so greatly.
"Now we're gonna see how much we can get in there. You sure are tight, Katherine. But, then, I always knew you would be!"
Katherine moaned again. Her hands clutched the bedspread and squeezed it into bunches in her tiny fists Oh, why was Elizabeth doing this to her? If only she would stop. She'd never tell on her, not in a million years. Didn't she know that?
But Katherine didn't dare say anything to her older sister. She couldn't promise not to tell on her, because then Elizabeth would accuse her of thinking about it in the first place.
Besides, even if she did tell, her father wouldn't be around all the time anyhow. If Katherine told on Elizabeth, she would simply be all the worse the next time they were alone together. It was horrible! It was a total and complete trap!
And there was no way out of it!
Elizabeth was leaning forward once again and, in a single violent thrust, pushed her finger deep into Katherine's virgin asshole! The young girl groaned in pain and hurt.
Her older sister was pulling the lubricated finger in and out, in and out of her young, tight asshole. Every once in a while, Elizabeth would wiggle the finger around in the hole, sending wave after wave after wave of shocking sensations through the young girl's body and brain!
Oh, no, Katherine started to cry to herself, it feels good! Oh, please, god, don't let it feel good, Katherine prayed to herself.
"Please, Elizabeth...."
"Yes?" Elizabeth teased, moving the offensive finger in and out, in and out with even greater speed. It was like a greased piston pumping back and forth, back and forth at an amazing speed in its cylinder of flesh!
"Don't!" Katherine cried.
"Reach under your legs and play with your cunt!" Elizabeth demanded.
Katherine hesitated. Elizabeth wasn't having any of that sort of thing.
"I told you!" she shouted.
And with that, she shoved a second finger into the young girl's asshole.
"Ohhh," Katherine moaned.
Despite herself, the sensations the fingers were sending into her felt good, good! She never dreamed that pleasure could be, so intense, so overwhelming, to total and so satisfying.
Without being reminded to touch herself, Katherine reached down and inbetween her legs and started playing with herself.
And in order to do so, she had to raise her ass off the bedspread. When she did that, Elizabeth had an even better opportunity to work her fingers around in the virgin asshole that was responding so nicely.
The hole even had Elizabeth turned on to the fullest degree possible.
The exploration of the asshole was both fascinating and satisfying. The way the asshole muscles were relaxing around the fingers is what fascinated Elizabeth the most. When she had first started working on Katherine's asshoie, it had been tight.
She had hardly been able to get her finger into it.
But now the asshole was well-stretched and well-lubricated, and the fingers were sliding in and out, in and out of the younger sister's asshole with greater and greater ease.
Katherine was now raising herself up and letting herself down as she played with her own juicy cunt. The bedspread beneath her was getting soaked with her own pussy juices.
But she couldn't help it. The fingers in her asshole were feeling too good!
Elizabeth leaned in toward the girl and the bed, and she pressed her knees against the back of the young girl's legs. The picky wool of her skirt brushed and rubbed aginst the fair, sensitive skin.
Katherine moaned with additional pleasure when she felt the added sensations pouring through her. God, it was wonderful! It was great!
Katherine continued playing with herself.
"Do you like that?" Elizabeth asked, leaning into Katherine's ear.
"No!" the young girl lied.
She had vowed not to let her older sister know she was being pleasured, and she would not break that vow.
Even if she was getting to love the great sensations, she was-nevertheless-being raped, so to speak, and she was determined to keep the secret of her pleasure to herself, not sharing it with her tormentor.
Elizabeth deserved to be lied to!
After all, she wasn't doing it for Katherine's pleasure. She as much as said so. She was doing it for her own pleasure.
Well, then, let her But Katherine would rather die than let her older sister know she was having the time of her life.
"No?" Elizabeth quickly demanded, repeating Katherine's own word back to her, mocking her by using her very own tone of voice.
"You mean this doesn't feel good?" she asked.
And with that, Elizabeth shoved yet another finger into Katherine's asshole.
Now there were three fingers pumping in and out, in and out of the young girl's virgin hole.
Elizabeth worked the fingers over and around each other even as they were captive in the hot hole. That made the hole stretch wider and wider. It made the muscles get looser and looser.
Now the three fingers were about as thick as a good-sized cock, and Katherine's asshole was taking them without effort.
Yes, without effort! That meant that the only thing the young girl was now feeling was pleasure, and nothing but pleasure! It was wonderful! It felt great!
And still Elizabeth continued her ministrations! She was having a great time, thinking the whole while that her younger sister was still suffering agonies of pain and humiliation. little did she suspect that, without her knowledge, the tables were being turned, and it was she, Elizabeth, not Katherine, that was being "used" for the sole purpose of sexual gratification.
For Katherine, having been forced into a situation she could not control, was a smart enough person to recognise pleasure when she came across it.
And there was the added fact that, for the first time since her beloved mother's death, Katherine was feeling something besides loss and loneliness and fear and anger and shame because of that untimely death!
It was a liberation!
It wasn't meant to be that, that wasn't what Elizabeth had had in mind when she started dominating and torturing her sister, but that was what it was becoming!
At least for Katherine.
The worm was turning, so to speak, and the big bully that was responsible for it all wasn't having even half as much pleasure and fun as the so-called victim.
In fact, Elizabeth was having a lot less fun!
Hers were the thrills that come with forbidden fruit. Hers were the thrills that come with criminal behavior that lead to nothing but guilt and bad feelings, despite the enjoyment of the sex and the expressed power drive.
But those pleasures are so much less the the pleasures to be had by an honest admission of the fact of sensations well-received.
"Please, don't!" Katherine begged, knowing that the more she begged, the more she'd get.
She had Elizabeth figured out to the last letter. She was truly the more intelligent and creative of the two and, once she fully understood, she was the one who took over and started directly the whole show!
"Don't?" Elizabeth laughed insanely! "Well see about that!"
And in went a fourth finger!
Yes, that's it! That's great! Katherine shouted to herself, her asshole throbbing with pleasure and the greatest possible satisfaction. She wiggled her ass around so as to get as many of the great sensations as possible.
Of course, Elizabeth, completely missing the turnabout in the situation, thought that her younger sister was squirming and wiggling in a vain attempt to get away from her probing fingers.
She had no idea at all of the extent to which she was being used by the supposedly innocent, younger girl.
Oh, Katherine thought to herself, if only there was something more I could do with my pussy. Why, I had no idea how wonderful, bow great this soft of thing could be. It's as exciting as poetry! It's as thrilling as a good book! In fact, this is what all the poetry and the books are all about! Am I ever lucky to have a girl as nasty as Elizabeth for a sister!
And then it occurred to the clever young girl.
The enema!
She wondered what that would be like. Would it be as pleasureable? She could hardly wait to find out.
"Elizabeth!" she cried, knowing her sister would swallow the bait.
"What, you little whore?" her sister hissed.
Katherine complained, hoping the passion in her voice would sound more like the fear she was pretending to experience rather than the pleasure she was actually experiencing.-The only danger lay in the fact that because it was she, Katherine, who introduced the subject, Elizabeth might reject the suggestion solely on those grounds.
But Elizabeth was too taken with her own delusions of total control to see through her younger sister's plot.
"You don't want that enema tip shoved up your asshole?"
"No!" cried Katherine, hoping it would be
"No, eh?!" Elizabeth gloated. "We'll see about that!"
And the older sister immediately pulled her fingers out of her younger sister's grasping, clinging asshole.
Both young girls heard a distinct "pop" or sigh-like sound when the fingers finally found themselves of the clinging asshole. It was as if the muscles just didn't want to let the pleasure-giving digits go.
Elizabeth reached over to the night table and grabbed one of the tissues. As she wiped her fingers clean of the lubricant and the ass juices that clung to them, she looked down on her younger sister with a pleased, smug look on her sometimes pretty face that was distorted with mistaken dominance fantasies.
Katherine was as quiet and as motionless as a stone. She wasn't moving a hair, not an inch.
Or that's what Elizabeth thought.
Because that's what Katherine wanted Elizabeth to think.
Actually, the younger sister was working her finger in her pussy with wild abandon. She was floating away on clouds of the intensest pleasure, and she wasn't moving, not for the naked eye to see.
Oh, it was thrilling to get this kind of revenge. It added to the clever, young girl's pleasure. And the thought of what was coming next added to her pleasure, too.
Katherine always had been a brilliant student, and once she got into a subject she was known to throw herself into it with complete abandon.
That was how she had managed to win a scholarship to Columbia University at the ripe old age of fourteen. It was the secret to her young, but great success. She was the ideal combination of intelligent realism and creative imagination.
And she could hardly keep from giving it all away, so great were the thrills she was giving herself as she pretended to lie stiff and still in defeat and embarrassment!
Elizabeth was so stupid! She deserved to be the pleasure-giver instead of the pleasuretaker!
"Now don't you move!" Elizabeth demanded.
"I won't" Katherine promised, pretending to be completely intimidated.
"I want to find you right where you are now when I get back in here," Katherine added, the smug quality in her voice thrilling Katherine. How wonderful to pull the cunt-wool over her stupid sister's blind eyes.
"I'll be here, I promise," Katherine, whined, hoping she was convincing in her act of being frightened and dominated.
"You'd better be!"
And with that, Elizabeth raced across the thick carpeting and disappeared in the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
As soon as that happened, Katherine rolled over on her back and immediately started playing with her pretty apple-sized titties. Oh, how good that felt. Her nipples were so hard and so sensitive. Why, the slightest touch turned her completely into flame and fantasy and fury!
She worked her fingers in and out of her pussy with complete abandon. She played with her hard nipples, occasionally squeezing the whole tit so as to enjoy as many of the great sensations as possible.
She wished she had four hands so she could give herself twice as much pleasure as the same time!
And all the while she played with herself, enjoying the thrills of the flesh and the thrills of self-discovery and liberation, she kept a wary eye glued to the bathroom door.
As soon as the slightest sign or signal indicated the return of her stupid older sister, the young sensualist was ready to flip back over and onto her stomach and once again start pretending to be afraid and shocked and suffering.
What great fun it was!
Elizabeth was so completely stupid!
Why, this game of theirs could go on for years and years. And even better, Katherine had the supreme satisfaction of knowing that, whenever and wherever she was ready to take control, she could.
No problem.
When dealing with a limited mind like Elizabeth's, Katherine had all the advantages.
Oh, sure, at the beginning of the evening, she had been Elizabeth's victim. That was true. The older girl was bigger, stronger than the younger one.
The older girl had had the advantage of having more experience, not just because of her age, but also because of her close relationship with their father. Elizabeth was tougher than Katherine, at least superficially so.
But the dark-haired Katherine was the stronger, smarter one, after all.
Elizabeth was simply fortunate in that the idea of taking control had occurred to her before it had occurred to Katherine.
But now that the younger girl had been introduced to sex and had been turned on, she was the one who was willing to take all the chances and risk everything in pursuit of pleasure and adventure.
Yes, Katherine thought to herself, Elizabeth would be no problem, none at all.
It would be like taking candy from a baby.
After all, it was Elizabeth who had "created the monster"!
And Katherine laughed to herself, careful not to laugh too loudly so as to prevent the sound of her pleasure and delight from drifting into the closed bathroom and giving the show away before she was good and ready to give it away.
Yes, it was funny. She, Katherine was the monster, and Elizabeth was the creator. And, as everyone knows, it is always the monster who turns on its creator.
Katherine could hardly wait!
Just thinking about it "gave her orgasm after orgasm after orgasm after orgasm!